Bluestone

"Oh, Watcher, Shadow, Harbinger of Death; spare me."

BACKSTORY Bluestone was trained in the depths of the underground world from the moment she hatched from her egg. She learned how to kill, so that her first memories were always of blood and bone and flesh. And when she came of age, she’d already earned herself many names.

The Blue Shadow. The Watcher. The Harbinger of Death.

She was the most efficient assassin in all the regions. If someone wanted someone else dead, they went to her, and she in turn would reduce her target to nothing before they were even aware she was following them in the first place. Her reputation was such in her world that other assassins fled in mute terror at any sign of her passing – something she did not discourage, despite her strict self-code that discouraged killing simply for killings sake – as Bluestone did not enjoy the company of others. They existed as a blank space – a being dedicated to the next hit, whoever they may be, that carried out the jobs as swiftly and brutally as a soulless machine.

It came as such that she defected from her old grounds. She disowned her loyalty to her organization and became a free-lancer, one more desired in terms of death than any underground mob put together of killers and thieves. Bluestone was not one to follow orders any longer – she knew she was too powerful, too skilled, for that.

Many dragons attempted hits on her for her disloyalty, but none got past her senses. They were no match for her, and she did not treat any of them kindly, even if they were past partners that she’d trained alongside. None could master her, it seemed, except for her mentor, the one that had stolen her as a hatchling and raised her, trained her. He was displeased, angered by her desertion. He wanted her back, and what he wanted, he got.

What he got instead was a vicious and quick fight. One that left him emptyhanded and Bluestone bleeding out on the borders of Windways Clan territory. There she was found, recovered, and nursed back to health. And despite the evidence of her kind – of her bloodied cleaver, her stained armor – none within the plucky little clan pried or turned her away.

That is what convinced Bluestone to stay. Bluestone would repay the life-debt she owed the Windways Clan, even if the leaders were adamant that she owed no such thing. She understood the workings of the world through the underground, however, and would not leave herself in debt to any dragon, even those as honorable and kind as the Windways Clan.

So she stayed. She scouted and protected them. She turned away foes that threatened the existence of the peaceful clan, ones that could have torn them apart if they had not taken one look at the former assassin and been convinced to never turn a single eyelash towards the Wind Region again. And by the time her debt had been paid, Bluestone found she no longer wished to leave.

The loyalty of Bluestone to the Windways Clan was truer than she’d held to the organization that had made her. She was the Windways Watcher, their Shadow, their Harbinger of Death. In it, she found dragons that accepted her. They did not pry of her past, did not press her on her uncanny abilities, nor did they hasten her to explain her past organization and the threat they may present if they came after her again. Instead, they let her patrol and hunt, offered her a place among them, and finally, showed her what a true clan could be.

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